Chapter 835: One Hundred and Eighty-Two: Return to the Water Dungeon

One Hundred and Eighty-Two: Return to the Water Dungeon

Wu Cui’s shift ended; the task of delivering vegetarian meals to the water dungeon returned to Ouyang Rong’s hands.

At midnight, the Yutang Yue women came punctually to collect the meals.

Ouyang Rong joined the group with the meals, returning together to Qingliang Valley.

Li Ruotong, the leader, glanced at his return but said nothing, leading the group away from Qingliang Valley’s dining hall.

The group arrived once more at the largest waterfall in Qingliang Valley, known as Bai Long Waterfall, which served as the entrance to the water dungeon.

Ouyang Rong returned to the water dungeon.

This time, Chen Jiaxin and Enting were not at the waterfall entrance.

Yun Xiangyi had already returned.

Ouyang Rong took out the bronze token and hung it at his waist, passing through the pool and entering the waterfall.

As before, when he passed the swords embedded in the waterfall’s cliff face, the bronze token at his waist trembled slightly, as if sensing something.

Ouyang Rong glanced down briefly, then withdrew his gaze.

Entering the waterfall

Meanwhile, Xia Yu had finished cooking the fried rice for the couple; since they were taking it away, he first opened the bag before placing the takeout containers inside.

This place was indeed no good, especially given Xuan Liang’s special status—someone might recognize him.

Wang Mo pondered for a moment, then said slowly: “I believe we should first send someone to investigate the true intentions of the Northern Di.”

Shen Dabao before him stared around in terror, his once-white, plump face now dirty and gaunt, heavy bags under his eyes as if he hadn’t washed for days, clutching something tightly in his hands, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.

The next day, as Yue Fei saw off Guan Feng and Ma Yun, he noticed Ma Yun directing servants to load a large chest onto a carriage.

Two men in suits stood outside the one-meter safety zone; their hair gleamed like polished metal, and not a strand stirred even when a breeze passed—clearly, they’d used plenty of hair gel.

If they cannot stand out in the new recruit camp, they deserve no title as sons of a general’s family, and betray the Chancellor’s praise of them as “the future pillars of Han.”

In the ceaseless flow of time, ten short days vanished like a blink. The Phoenix Spirit Immortal arrived on Lingyun Island as promised. The island had shed its former bustle, leaving only a faint warmth, a trace of its former vibrancy.

Others chimed in: "You don't have to eat shit, streamer—just show your face and dance a little for us." As they spoke, they sent a "sexy" emoji.

But after arriving at the new recruit camp, he felt a sense of belonging, and gradually grew fond of it.

Lin Hao slammed his body against the iron door, fearing one impact wouldn’t break it—he secretly channeled true qi—but fortunately, the door gave way.

“Can you promise me you’ll love them in the future?” Wanda looked up, meeting his eyes.

Meanwhile, Mjolnir bore Odin’s incantation—no one not recognized by Mjolnir could lift it.

But what could be done? After all, the other side had money; if Han Fei truly intended to go to Old Age Mountain, he’d need to prepare something.

Constantine sighed deeply after hearing the monarch’s metaphor—he had no idea what it meant at all.

But there’s no undo button for defense—he had still missed those years, and thus remained misunderstood by her.

At that moment, an old man appeared at the door, his back bearing a sword; in the next instant, he was already twenty meters away, leaning over the Gujian Sect disciple whose two arms and one leg had been broken by Lin Hao, as if inspecting his wounds.

Every frown and smile of hers stirred my heart; her shy, adorable demeanor, her glances full of grace, her slender arm resting lightly on my shoulder, her soft pink lips breathing fragrance like orchids—I felt as if I had met my destined lover from past and present lives, my heart filled with boundless tenderness.

“Of course I trust Malik—how could I not?” Salomon declared solemnly, as if his words had nothing to do with the sword-wielding androids behind him.

Yet despite this, the mind’s haziness could not be halted; the central courtyard echoed with wild, frenzied energy, trying to connect outward with the blood-spirit qi.

“A supreme expert? How could I not know if such a person were in the city?” Mo Wentian said in surprise.

“Is this not disrespect to one’s superior? Nowadays, people achieve a little and grow ever more arrogant.” Prince Dotes spoke with a cold, mocking tone.